Member Powered Photography: St. Oswald's, Ashbourne- some words from the client.
Some words from the client.
Some words from the client.
At times I felt as though the building was simply bobbing up for air before slipping back into the currents of the past. At Ashbourne - I simply let go of my anxiety and allowed the light and the building to guide me.
I walk back over to the Boothby chapel and strip away the scaffolding of names and dates and dynasties. I stop photographing monuments and begin photographing people...
Here in Paris, with his work all around me, I feel the cataracts of modern life thinning and, for a moment, the light streams in just as it did through the curved glass of my Grandad’s Beetle window, heading east into the promise of Yorkshire.
What struck me walking through Louth was how much cohesion is embedded within these surfaces. The town feels less designed and more incremental - shaped gradually through negotiation between utility, beauty, repair and inheritance.
For a moment, the world stopped feeling closed to me. The contract with the present felt renewed. And I found myself thinking - with unusual clarity - that I will never give up on this world while places like this, and the people capable of making them, still exist within it.
As I follow each cursive curve and incision, I begin to sense the song of the person who etched it into the metal surface. The plate ceases to be an artefact pinned beneath history and becomes something warmer and more immediate
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I imagine all those characters, words and sentences made coherent, ordered into patterns that move the soul, create a mystery, or reveal a hidden truth. I think of the time span that they all encompass - from the first burst of the universe to the first man on the moon.
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